Submissions by LakedNunch (Jr)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
You all sound the same. Stop biting each others corny depressed style you vampkids.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Sep 2015 10:04pm
27th Sep 2015 10:04pm
Salvadoran Goodbye
" I'm going to kill ya when I'm older."
" You have the right kid"
" You brought people pain"
" I tend to do that, so will you"
He nods and I nod back.
The kid wasn't born with as much as style as I but i figure in a couple years with enough
life under his belt he will indulge.
LIFE GOES ON
"Kid you're older and I'm tired but I'm ready for more. Whats the play?"
" You're alright old man I forgive you"
" I was wrong about you kid. You're...
" You have the right kid"
" You brought people pain"
" I tend to do that, so will you"
He nods and I nod back.
The kid wasn't born with as much as style as I but i figure in a couple years with enough
life under his belt he will indulge.
LIFE GOES ON
"Kid you're older and I'm tired but I'm ready for more. Whats the play?"
" You're alright old man I forgive you"
" I was wrong about you kid. You're...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2015 6:58pm
10th Feb 2015 6:58pm
The Boxer Who Culled The Meek
He shouted and sweat on the platform.
Moving uncontrollably.
The audience followed the dance
twisting their bodies and growling.
The meek were getting swollen and loud
The man had done his piece.
The columns of seats filled with trembling,crying legions; were alive.
He loomed over them placing his hands on their heads.
It could not be stopped. Stone had transformed into fire.
און לעבן איז פייַער
On the 12th round.
It was good.
Moving uncontrollably.
The audience followed the dance
twisting their bodies and growling.
The meek were getting swollen and loud
The man had done his piece.
The columns of seats filled with trembling,crying legions; were alive.
He loomed over them placing his hands on their heads.
It could not be stopped. Stone had transformed into fire.
און לעבן איז פייַער
On the 12th round.
It was good.
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SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2014 7:54pm
11th May 2014 7:54pm
Busting Balls
I love the sound of bones cracking.
There is no other sound like it.
Sometimes I Crack em myself.
You gotta understand I'm no poet. I offer no revelations, or deeper meanings. No interest. Just bones.
And write down what I hear in these crackles and snaps.
But I'm no poet baby.
These are just mean sentences that try to mimic my eyebrows.
Rough, ugly and kind.
They break your bones baby. Breaking knuckles. Breaking thunder. Breaking frowns.
I'm the pummeled boxer after the 12th round.
The broken stool at a bar fight.
A...
There is no other sound like it.
Sometimes I Crack em myself.
You gotta understand I'm no poet. I offer no revelations, or deeper meanings. No interest. Just bones.
And write down what I hear in these crackles and snaps.
But I'm no poet baby.
These are just mean sentences that try to mimic my eyebrows.
Rough, ugly and kind.
They break your bones baby. Breaking knuckles. Breaking thunder. Breaking frowns.
I'm the pummeled boxer after the 12th round.
The broken stool at a bar fight.
A...
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Mar 2014 9:37am
20th Mar 2014 9:37am
BLOOD OF THE GOAT
THE BLOOD OF THE GOAT
The kids gut the fucking thing.
Slicing into its belly and leaving it for fucking dead.
The kids come out mindless now.
These young warlords are ready for life with a cannibalistic approach.
These new terrorists are comfortable with sadism.
Composers, all of them, each writing a new ballad ready to be
sung.
Violent art written here.
These kids wont be here long, they knew that though.
& they are ready to stare blankly and patiently at what comes to them.
Because of the blood of the goat.
Men walk among...
The kids gut the fucking thing.
Slicing into its belly and leaving it for fucking dead.
The kids come out mindless now.
These young warlords are ready for life with a cannibalistic approach.
These new terrorists are comfortable with sadism.
Composers, all of them, each writing a new ballad ready to be
sung.
Violent art written here.
These kids wont be here long, they knew that though.
& they are ready to stare blankly and patiently at what comes to them.
Because of the blood of the goat.
Men walk among...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Aug 2013 8:20am
27th Aug 2013 8:20am
Mozart, Zitti, & Defeat
I tremble as I slowly lie down
on this stiff bed.
Im in my underwears
wrapped in dirty white sheets.
I cant stop shaking & moving
as if my body is trying to tell rigamortis to fuck off.
My eyes are shut tight
but i feel my black pupils
underneath
rocking side to side violently
like two small sailing ships.
Im grabbing onto my sheets pulling
at them,
hoping they offer the same protection from when i was
a child.
But this fear is more potent, there is nothing innocent
about this hate & paranoia. ...
on this stiff bed.
Im in my underwears
wrapped in dirty white sheets.
I cant stop shaking & moving
as if my body is trying to tell rigamortis to fuck off.
My eyes are shut tight
but i feel my black pupils
underneath
rocking side to side violently
like two small sailing ships.
Im grabbing onto my sheets pulling
at them,
hoping they offer the same protection from when i was
a child.
But this fear is more potent, there is nothing innocent
about this hate & paranoia. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 6:14am
7th Jul 2013 6:14am
I'm the happiest guy I know.
I wake up from the wild night before.
Just in time for another.
I pick the flesh out of my teeth & take a piss
In the shower.
My dog is barking.
So I snap its neck.
My mom won't shut up about college.
So I burn my school down.
The bruins lost the cup.
So I rip open some stranger.
I live in this world with no consequences.
& I am almost alone.
Because I know the secret to how to live happily.
You have to be a nobody.
You have to remind god oh yeah I'm here just living.
But play it cool enough
To not let...
Just in time for another.
I pick the flesh out of my teeth & take a piss
In the shower.
My dog is barking.
So I snap its neck.
My mom won't shut up about college.
So I burn my school down.
The bruins lost the cup.
So I rip open some stranger.
I live in this world with no consequences.
& I am almost alone.
Because I know the secret to how to live happily.
You have to be a nobody.
You have to remind god oh yeah I'm here just living.
But play it cool enough
To not let...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2013 2:48am
26th Jun 2013 2:48am
You're not interesting. Be thankful.
There are certain things you keep in your head.
The rest is just filler.
I love you,
Fuck you,
Suck me good,
That sort of thing.
There are nights were you can't remember who you lost
Your virginity to.
There are days when you forget your mother is dead.
There are needles that aren't clean.
There are bottles that will never empty.
There are dresses that always open.
You remember these things.
&
There are things you keep in your head.
For the love of god. Keep those things locked in.
Because no one cares. ...
The rest is just filler.
I love you,
Fuck you,
Suck me good,
That sort of thing.
There are nights were you can't remember who you lost
Your virginity to.
There are days when you forget your mother is dead.
There are needles that aren't clean.
There are bottles that will never empty.
There are dresses that always open.
You remember these things.
&
There are things you keep in your head.
For the love of god. Keep those things locked in.
Because no one cares. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2013 7:51am
20th Jun 2013 7:51am
Bum With Glazed Blue Eyes.
Beautiful.
There is nothing more.
This man can make an empress blush.
This man is old enough to have lighten Sinatra's cigarettes.
This mans beard is more mysterious then the Amazon.
His rusty cart has bore more luggage then an obese pregnant broad.
& his eyes.
You understand what eyes truly are when he glances at you
Then looks away indifferently.
This man cannot be touched.
Beware Kings & Lords of the land.
There is a god among us.
Hear his charming farts.
Watch him eat stale bread.
This is no bum.
This is the...
There is nothing more.
This man can make an empress blush.
This man is old enough to have lighten Sinatra's cigarettes.
This mans beard is more mysterious then the Amazon.
His rusty cart has bore more luggage then an obese pregnant broad.
& his eyes.
You understand what eyes truly are when he glances at you
Then looks away indifferently.
This man cannot be touched.
Beware Kings & Lords of the land.
There is a god among us.
Hear his charming farts.
Watch him eat stale bread.
This is no bum.
This is the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2013 4:36am
9th Jun 2013 4:36am
It's a God Thing. You Wouldn't Know.
I'm Shooting up
In the basement
of church.
The Dark Sludge is floating
inside me.
Its my Brothers birthday.
& I am In this Citadel
Of Ugly
Happiness.
Time to bring some style upstairs
where their hails
&
Amen's
Are coming from.
I Limp and drool
my way over to them.
I Open the doors.
& Stick my hands in the air.
While i drool& limp.
And i Sing!
I Chant!
And the fools,
those mutts sing with me!
They receive me as one of their own.
They put their hands on me.
And we cry and sing...
In the basement
of church.
The Dark Sludge is floating
inside me.
Its my Brothers birthday.
& I am In this Citadel
Of Ugly
Happiness.
Time to bring some style upstairs
where their hails
&
Amen's
Are coming from.
I Limp and drool
my way over to them.
I Open the doors.
& Stick my hands in the air.
While i drool& limp.
And i Sing!
I Chant!
And the fools,
those mutts sing with me!
They receive me as one of their own.
They put their hands on me.
And we cry and sing...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2013 3:29am
6th Jun 2013 3:29am
I Think I Shit Myself, My Love.
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ANGER POEM
Published
31st May 2013 1:17am
31st May 2013 1:17am
I will Wear Ski Masks In Heaven.
Load up.
Strap up.
Eat breakfast.
Never say a word.
Get on your knees.
Pray.
Hope their isn't metal detectors in heaven.
Hope the gods throw gang signs.
Comb your hair.
Have a drink.
Then another.
Make love to the whores.
Get in the van.
Find the chosen.
Slow down.
Slide open the doors.
Unload.
Ignore the sin.
Close the doors.
Get back in.
Light a Marlboro.
& smile.
"Maybe its me tomorrow"
Strap up.
Eat breakfast.
Never say a word.
Get on your knees.
Pray.
Hope their isn't metal detectors in heaven.
Hope the gods throw gang signs.
Comb your hair.
Have a drink.
Then another.
Make love to the whores.
Get in the van.
Find the chosen.
Slow down.
Slide open the doors.
Unload.
Ignore the sin.
Close the doors.
Get back in.
Light a Marlboro.
& smile.
"Maybe its me tomorrow"
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SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2013 11:35pm
27th May 2013 11:35pm
Young Gods Always Go Mad.
Young Gods Always Go Mad.
I need to relax.
This is only a start.
I'm in the deadzone
Man.
But I'll enter the bulge
In time,
Again.
I'm excited.
I'll work worth my salt.
Bleed black beautiful thick blood.
Go back to my binge,
& control it in the eyes of man.
But that's my secret.
For now I have to
Make moves.
& chose
Who I let corrupt me
& pleasure me.
O'Mary full of grace
Guide my heart
But stay
Far
Over yonder
From my soul
&
Mind.
Those belong to me.
I need to relax.
This is only a start.
I'm in the deadzone
Man.
But I'll enter the bulge
In time,
Again.
I'm excited.
I'll work worth my salt.
Bleed black beautiful thick blood.
Go back to my binge,
& control it in the eyes of man.
But that's my secret.
For now I have to
Make moves.
& chose
Who I let corrupt me
& pleasure me.
O'Mary full of grace
Guide my heart
But stay
Far
Over yonder
From my soul
&
Mind.
Those belong to me.
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